Peace feels strange, daunting almost. Yes, freedom from the titans has finally come, but... being raised in a world where a titan attack could happen at any moment, shrugging that fear is hard.

Once the dust settled, Armin became an ambassador for peace between Paradis and the outside world. He's humble and well spoken and kind, who better for the role? But what keeps him going is the little beach house you share on the coast. It's quaint, sparse in furniture but homey, which is all Armin needs when he can simply look out the window and see the ocean.

He's sat on the bottom step of the porch, slacks rolled up his shins and the old picture book his Grandpa gave him balanced on his knees. The cover is worn, the pages a little frayed around the edges, but it's survived well. Armin's fingertip traces over some of the shells drawn within, tapping one gently. "Do you think we'll find some here?" He glances at you with a soft smile, "There must be some."